Jane stared at her leg in amazement. "Uh!" She could feel the wound healing, and her skin reattaching. The dirt and mess soiling her wound pushed out of her skin as the wound healed. The makeshift bandage around her leg moved slightly to the left and to the right as the wound healed, "My... My leg!" A smile suddenly spread across her chapped lips. It was unbelievable, a miracle.

Naturally, Jane thanked God. She hesitated but then crossed herself, Easternly. She looked at Luna, hesitating, again, but this time to stand up. Her feet were still sore and blistered, and her muscles were tired from walking. Her mind was also tired from pressing her body so far. Her hunger still lingered in her gut, causing a fingerpicking pain.

"You, how the--" she let out a breathless laugh, gasping, still trying to regain her strength, "Luna! I love you!" She had been afraid she may be at the brink of dying due to infection or. . . Anything, that had to do with her leg, really. She had been feeling so weak and immobile and crutches. She was so he lighted with her leg she could not help but tell Luna how she loved her.

"I can't believe you. .and," she looked at Shayre. He didn't look too good. His arm may have healed, but his head wound still looked in need of mending, "Put some on his head," she said as she lifted her body. Her leg shook a little, her muscles were tired, after all from all the pushing of adrenalin.